My son and my best friend’s son had the exact same rare birthmark – I thought my husband had betrayed me, but the truth turned out to be far worse.

loved me. I know he did. He wasn’t some cartoon villain in a black coat rubbing his hands together in a lab somewhere. He was the man who taught me to drive, brought soup when I was sick, cried at my wedding, and held my hand after my miscarriage.

He was also the man who decided my consent was optional.

Both things are true.

That is what has messed me continue reading …